Believe me, today I kissed my enemy It seemed to me that I touched divinity with my hand Tears did not anything else out of him But my overwhelming happiness Because I brought the Man back to his senses. Yes, today I kissed my enemy In peace I will sleep at night He, fighting with his ego, Tomorrow triumphant, I know by his eyes He will get up in love.

TOMORROW I WON’T HAVE TIME TO CRY

Tomorrow we celebrate And I Won’t have time to cry Even though the same With a shadow absence The day will be busy Perhaps it will be you My brother, from abroad Her face Perhaps the grandpha – nephew game Half completed Perhaps the mother’s groan Kept secret from us When she prepares the lunch Or perhaps something Something quite different That makes me Cry always With centuries and aenturies Just… not tomorrow It is a celebration And I must Be smiling Without fail!

DREAMS NEVER DIE They carry us far away Like bubbles in youth, With a marmaid’s voice The lure us. They become heavier Like the Sysiph’s stones At the moments of agony Never to be resolved. They leave cunningly From the extinguished soul, Murdered glory Of the gladiator in the arena. They run Beyond the tender eyes To never die.I AM A MOTHER I am a mother, and I have patience, I have the force Of a god, I have thirst, I have the love Of a deity. My son! I am a mother, and I can eat my self, I can vomit it, And I can eat it up again. My son! I am a mother, and I feel laughing when you are happy I feel crying when you are sad, I feel aching when you are hurt. My son! I am a mother, and I can forgive that Can not be forgiven, I can take that Cannot be taken, Just for you. Because I am a mother, Just because I am a mother. My son!TO BE A WOMAN Oftentimes To be a woman means To wake up every day With a new face of a saint, To be transformed again In the evenings into a quean. Often times, To be a woman means To evoke, to hold back lust, And to act orgasms. To talk more When there is nothing to say To laugh more When there is nothing to laugh at To cry Even when you don’t want to cry. Eh, often times, To be a women means To live in you At the same time Mother Teresa and Mata Harry Lolita and Scheherazade Sappho and Saint mary And still to be yourself Again.

WRITE My dear, write how does life seem there where you are? Does it have a sun that makes my eye envious? Or, a wind that ceresses you whith the breath of my jealousy? Perheps none of these and, there is raining now the cloudy soul like my tears of yearning about you. But you write, write, whatever, it is not importantnt I just miss you my love That I want to see the day The way you see it.

FROM THE WINDOW From the window Everything looks always beautiful The faces The loves Even deaths Seem less Horrible From the window We are always cheated.

YOUR EYE That eye of yours has become my dearest mirror, I am charmed, forget myself from that love of yours. Even the most severe word of the age hangs back, near such sweet melody. I do not see grizzles neither do I see bruises, nor marks from the hard childhood as soon as your shadow draws near I become completely devined into the most beautiful peri. That eye of yours has become my dearest mirror, I am beautiful, my love because this way you see me.

ROADS They feed with footprints At the wanderings where the curiosity rises Extend stubborn toward infinity Highways, crooked roads, hard roads, highroads,… The sweet memories remain the first steps At the falls when we give a piece from ourselves The last killers with the unredeemed bruise When after every fall the silence… aches!

LONELINESS

Shshsh…! ………………………………… Oh no, no one is knocking except that eye of yours to your expectations another voice answers. Shshsh…! …………………………………….. Oh no, no one sings, it is that voice of yours when from inside seeks, at your words another ear listens. Shshsh…! ………………………………… Oh no, no! No one is crying, again that voice of yours whispers inside you, for the days that pass without somebody close. Shshsh…!ALWAYS COMES A TIME A time comes, That we laugh at That we have said yesterday. A time comes, And we ruin What we have raised yesterday. A time comes, And we hate What we have adored yesterday. A time comes, And we feel ashamed with That we have boasted yesterday. Always, Always a time comes…!

AUTUMN’S HUG Almost of a sudden It takes you on its back, Luring aroma Of rippen passions Tightened in the bossom it holds you. Under the quiet sounds Of a rain symphony, It dances with you speechless, The reddish steps, that Drunk by the adour Dodder slowly. Every new freak Gusty at the late rays, Hangs back into a bewildered nature With the looks of a maiden Spoiled in the love’s game, When of a sudden, feels… a women.BOULEVARD OF LIFE Words with words are covered The laughter With laughter is exchanged The idols fall from idols The walk is the same Only the ways change.ANXIETYI close my eyes and I seeThe man being tired of his weightThe man being burned out of his wordAnd, becomes smaller carrying it on his backAs much as it gorws carrying it in his heartI close my eyes and seeThe man that continuously forgetsThat, that he needs constantlyThe loaders increaseAnd they carry each – other on the backOh, I don’t want to close my eyes anymoreI don’t want to become grieved.

EXPECTATION The quiet night falls gradually in the town, It rushes on like a black veil Upon the vainly exhausted day Waiting for you to come So much missing to me. I retreat unawares Like an obedient child To the mother’s calls When he quits in the middle the started game. Meanwhile, white dreams Hug me heartily, They do not let me alone, In the hopes of the morrow To wake up. And I do not sleep, just I pretend to be sleeping, Cheating the guardian clock. At dawn I come back waiting for you again, A more beautiful bride than yesterday, The more in love.